Mystic River Page #6

in the neighborhood.

You had 'Crazy Ray' Bucheck,

'Psycho Ray' Dorian.

The cool names were taken,

so he got stuck with 'Just Ray.'

We never got along.

I flat out didn't like him.

And he cut out on his wife when she was

pregnant with that little mute of hers.

I don't know.

I just figure the apple doesn't fall

far from the tree.

I didn't want Brendan or any other Harris

dating Katie or any other daughter of mine.

I can't believe we're talking about

Just Ray Harris.

How about this? We've interviewed

witnesses...

...canvassed people who were in the bar.

We've run into more than a few of them

who were questioned...

...before us by one or more

of the Savage brothers.

So?

- So the Savages are not policemen, Jim.

Some people don't talk to policemen, Sean.

- With all due respect...

...and just so we're clear,

this is our case.

How long?

- How long what?

How long before you catch

my daughter's killer?

You bargaining with us?

Bargaining?

You giving us a deadline?

We'll speak for Katie, Mr. Markum.

If that's okay with you.

Just find my daughter's killer, sergeant.

I'm not standing in your way.

The last thing we need is Markum

and the Savages putting the fear of God...

...into the neighborhood.

- We grew up terrified of them.

Eleven months apart, like their mother ran

a loose-cannon factory.

F***ing knuckleheads.

Ballistics are in on the Markum murder.

Yeah, you got a match?

- You're gonna love it.

It's a perfect match.

Gun was a.38 Smith.

Part of a lot stolen from a gun dealer

in New Hampshire in 1982.

The same gun that killed Katherine Markum

was used in a liquor-store holdup in 1984.

In Buckingham.

- The Flats?

Rome Basin. Place called Looney Liquors.

I pulled the file.

It was a two-man job.

They fired a warning shot into a wall.

That's where the bullet got pulled.

- Nice work.

Thought you'd like that.

It's okay, Ray.

Don't worry about it.

Ma said that?

That I'm better off?

I loved her. You know what that's like?

Huh?

I'm sorry.

No, you're wrong.

I won't ever feel that again.

Right there. Went in through a bottle

of Jack and stuck in the wall right there.

Scary, huh?

- Scarier than a glass of milk, right?

So take me through it.

These two guys come in...

In rubber masks.

They came in through here.

That's the storeroom.

There's a door back there

that leads to a loading dock.

I always keep that door locked.

So they must have had a key.

A key? So, what you're saying

is that it was an inside job?

It had to be. One of them, at least,

worked for me at some point.

The only reason they fired that goddamn

warning shot was they must have known...

...I kept this under the counter.

And you told the police that at the time.

- Yeah.

Sure, they went through

my employment records.

Questioned everybody

who used to work for me.

Never made an arrest.

- Still have a copy of those records?

Yeah, it's in a box in the office there.

But I know who did it.

Oh, yeah?

This guy I fired a couple of weeks before.

Son of a b*tch came in here

a few days after the robbery.

He had this f***ing goddamn grin

on his face.

And I just knew.

Go tell a grin to a jury, right?

You remember his name?

Do I look senile to you?

No, sir.

- Name...

...was Ray Harris.

We used to call him 'Just Ray.'

You say they used the same gun

for another crime?

That's correct, sir.

- Thanks for your help, Mr. Looney.

Where you been?

Out.

What you watching?

Some vampire movie.

Guy just got his head torn off.

Where'd you go, Celeste?

I was sitting in my car...

...down by the channel.

You know...

...thinking about things.

What'd you think about?

- Oh, you know...

No, actually, I don't know.

Things. You know, the day.

About Katie being dead.

And poor Annabeth and Jimmy, you know...

...those things.

Those things.

Know what I was thinking about, huh?

Vampires.

What about them?

They're undead...

...but I think maybe there's

something beautiful about it.

Maybe one day you wake up

and you forget what it's like...

...to be human.

Maybe then it's okay.

What the f*** you talking about, Dave?

Vampires, sweetie. Werewolves.

You're not making any sense.

You think I killed Katie?

Celeste.

- What...?

Is that the sense we're making these days?

- Where'd you come up with that?

You've barely looked at me since you found

out Katie was dead.

In fact, you seem repulsed by me.

Dave.

- What?

I don't think anything.

I'm confused, okay?

Even your friend Sean asked about...

He's not my friend, if you didn't know.

He asked me about you.

What time you came home.

What'd you tell him?

- I said I was asleep.

That's good thinking, baby.

- Jesus Christ, Dave.

Why don't you tell them about the mugger?

- The mugger?

The mugger. I see how

your mind's working. I do.

I come home with blood on me

the same night Katie's murdered.

I must have killed her, right?

F***.

Henry...

What? Henry?

Henry and George.

I never told anyone that before.

Those were their names.

Isn't that f***ing hilarious?

At least that's what they called themselves,

but...

...they were wolves, and Dave...

...was the boy who escaped from wolves.

What are you talking about, Dave?

I'm talking Henry and George.

They took me on a four-day ride.

They buried me in this ratty old cellar

with a sleeping bag.

And, man, Celeste...

...did they have their fun.

And no one came to help old Dave then.

Dave had to pretend to be somebody else.

You mean, all those years ago...

...when you were a little boy?

Dave...

Dave's dead.

I don't know who came out of that cellar,

but it sure as sh*t wasn't Dave.

You see, honey...

F***.

It's like vampires.

Once it's in you...

...it stays.

What stays?

Did you know there were child prostitutes

in Rome Basin?

What?

F***.

I can't trust my mind anymore, Celeste.

I'm warning you...

...I can't trust my mind.

I gotta go out,

try to get my head around it.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

The gun sends us in a different direction.

- I don't see it that way.

What does Just Ray's gun

have to do with Dave?

These things get passed around.

Just Ray may have blown town,

but his gun never did.

I say we talk with Brendan Harris

in the morning.

And I say Dave Boyle. The hand story.

The wife, she's definitely scared.

They're hiding something, but Dave Boyle's

as much a killer as Brendan Harris.

Boyle fits the profile, a f***ing T.

Mid-30s, white, marginally employed...

...sexually abused as a kid.

On paper, this guy should be in jail already.

Katie Markum

was not sexually abused, see?

In that equation,

sexual emission is part of the deal.

You were friends when you were kids.

This makes you a f***ing liability.

He's not my friend.

Turns out you're right, I'll have my cuffs

off my hip faster than yours.

Hey, Jimmy.

You're out late.

Yeah, you too.

It's cold, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

You know, I...

I been sitting out here...

...over the last few years...

...waiting on Katie to get back

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